Story: Quadranma

It was lunchtime in the Furinkan area, and up on the roof a pair of students were having a secret rendezvous where they intended to work up a sweat in close quarters to help them get their appetite going.

"Hya!" Akane yelled, lashing out with a punch that Ranma easily ducked under. It felt good having a sparring partner that could keep up with her for a change. "Hiya!" The only other sparring partners she could get that could make her actually work for it all wanted to date her "Hiya!" The only problem was that the skill level was now going hard in the other direction, with Ranma way way above her, and her struggling to keep up with his movements.

... What, you thought they were up on the rooftop fucking? Please. Give her credit for a little self control. Just because she was having that kind of relationship with Ranma didn't mean that she'd throw her panties at him any chance she got.

"Come on, stop just ducking away!" Akane insisted. She threw out another flurry of punches, but it was like trying to grab a fly while wearing a boxing glove. "Fight me properly!"

"If I fought you properly, you'd already be on the floor," Ranma sighed. His hands were behind his back, for pity's sake! He could probably be having his lunch right now and not break a sweat while ducking away from her blows!

It was frustrating. Endlessly annoying. The sheer speed difference! It made her wonder if her <i>lover</i> was even human.

Akane stumbled when she caught that last thought. Ranma was her <i>lover</i>. It was the correct definition for their relationship, but it caught her off guard how easily it came to her, and how she couldn't think of him any other way. She caught herself mid-stumble, and tried to play it off like she'd done it on purpose to get into another new position to strike... but Ranma ducked around it anyway. How the hell does he keep doing that?!

"Hey, you okay there?" Ranma asked out of nowhere, suddenly popping right into her close personal space. Filling her vision with his handsome... concerned face. Guh! "You shouldn't let yourself get distracted in the middle of a fight, you know."

On reflex, Akane lashed out - and knocked him clear across the roof. Huh? How the hell did she do that? It was so weird! One moment she'd been completely lost in his eyes, then saw the reflection of her own dopey expression, and then something in her had gone 'noooo' and the next thing she knew - he was on his back over there!

For a moment she was worried she'd gone a little too hard, but then he kipped up like nothing had happened at all.

"Huh, couldn't dodge that one," Ranma frowned. "Weird. It's like you suddenly got ten times faster there for a second."

"Yeah, well! Maybe next time, don't get so close -" Akane began to yell, when suddenly Ranma got right into her personal space yet again. Guh! This time she grabbed him, slammed him to the floor -

And held onto his body like a limpet to a wall. Badumf. Badumf. Badumf. Was that her heartbeat or his she was hearing pounding away in her ear? Badumf, badumf, badumf. Come on, Tendo. You were sparring. You were just sparring with him. Trying to refine your skills as a martial artist. Just because he's strong and handsome and kinda charming in a goofy way and was setting off buttons inside your brain you didn't even know were there a month ago didn't mean you should do something really stupid right now like, say, fiddling with the buttons on his jacket so you could expose his chest and then run your tongue around his nipples.

Which is what she was doing right now.

"Uh... Huh!" Ranma grunted. "Weird, I don't feel the others doing anything right now..."

What he meant by that was, his stupid horny siblings weren't being stupid and horny right now. For once. Well, why should that decide whether they did stuff or not? Akane was a stubborn girl, and she outright refused to let them control her life like this! Actually, this might be an excellent opportunity for a little taste of revenge. Yeah... Yeah! That's the trick!

"Listen, dummy!" Akane sniffed. "I'm not gonna put out just because they get in the mood, okay? Sometimes I might want to do something too. Okay? Besides, don't you think it's a bit tiresome? Letting them dictate when and where we get horny? Let's teach them a lesson about self control! Maybe then they'll come to an agreement about setting a timetable for this stuff."

Ranma blinked several times and tilted his head. "Should I be worried that pettiness is kinda turning me on?"

"Probably!" Akane agreed. She bit her lip and rose up, reaching under her skirt to shift her panties out of the way. "Come on, let's do something stupid, and let's make it our own choice for once."

Never before had there been a more self aware statement of intent regarding 'have sex on the school rooftop where anyone could just walk in at any time'. Not that either of them cared right now. They were a bit too busy getting some action.

So... Okay, maybe - Just <b>maybe</b> Akane had sex on the brain a lot more than she used to. Big deal! All it meant was that she was finally in a worthwhile relationship with a <i>real</i> man instead of one of those perverted creeps who only wanted one thing from her.

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"Woooooooooaaaaaaaaah!"

One would think that a martial artist at Ranko's skill level would have little trouble with a trivial thing like ice skating. She can walk easily on a chain link fence. Her sense of balance is keen. Yet there she was, wearing a pink tutu flailing her arms around with absolutely no control over her speed or direction while atop the ice.

It was rather undignified, all truth told. Luckily for her, rather than a handsome yet smarmy figure skating expert swooping in to save the day and steal a smooch, a pretty girl with her hair in buns elegantly slid on by, grabbed Ranko by the waist and guided her to the edge of the rink.

"Are you S-U-R-E about this?" Mariko asked. "I'll cheer you on if you are, but... You need a lot of W-O-R-K on the ice."

"I'll get there! I'll get there!" Ranko replied, leaning on Mariko for support, knees trembling away as her innate sense of balance completely and totally failed her. If Mariko wasn't there she'd have wound up faceplanting on the ice and sliding across it in a rather undignified pose. "I just need a whole bunch more... practice. You don't mind holding onto me while I practice, do you?"

Mariko took a deep breath and smiled that same bright smile only a cheerleader can. "Don't worry, I'll support you any way that I can!"

So cute! Ranko could hardly wait until she'd buttered the girl up enough that she could eat her up. Add her to her growing harem. A cute cheerleader was exactly the sort of fit that she -

Clang! Something rang out in her head. Then began to spread down her body, and - Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. Phew! Ranko was feeling pretty hot and flushed for some reason. And by 'some reason' she meant 'one of her siblings was getting some action', which felt a bit rude really, but hell she wasn't going to complain.

Privacy. They needed privacy. Quickly, quickly, quickly. Granted, she knew that Kuno was off in the gift shop getting them something so it wouldn't be hard for her to wrap her legs around his face and get herself off, but - Nah! Why do that when she could speed up her plans in getting Mariko in on their little funtime sessions? Mmmm, maybe borrow a uniform for Nabiki? Yeah, she had the legs for a cheerleader outfit, that super fucking worked. 

"Oh no my stomach hurst," Ranko said, clutching at her guts. "Quick, quick, take me off the ice, get me to the bathroom stat!"

Okay. Okay. This was a big risk she was taking here, but - screw it. A minute later, they were alone together in the bathroom, that's the only thing that really matters here. It was a little bit early still. She wasn't entirely sure that Mariko was ready for something like this, but - 

"Do you think it's something you A-T-E?" Mariko asked. "Do you want me to get you something to settle your -"

"Nah, I just figured that I'd make you with you for a bit and that should settle it," Ranko said, pushing Mariko back into a stall, sitting in her lap and then cracking her knuckles before getting to work.

The expression on Mariko's face was really great. That shocked moment where she was only just figuring out what was going on here, where she was kinda flattered, but not really all that into it. Which Ranko wiped off her face pretty damn quick before she could protest.

"Mmmm~" Mariko squealed, genuinely surprised, then gently pushed Ranko away. "Uh, I'm not into G-I-R-"

She didn't get the chance to finish. Ranko flipped her top and shoved Mariko's face right into her soft creamy tits, cradling the back of her head while shushing her.

"Yes yes, I've heard it all before," Ranko said. "I'm not into girls, oh wait maybe you're the exception, then <i>mmf</i> please fuck me more Ranko! It's the same old song and dance every time. Not that I get tired of it or anything, but - " Aha, there we go, starting to suck on her boobflesh, was she? "There we go, isn't that nice?"

"I don't G-E-T it," Mariko said. "Why do I want to K-I-S-S you so badly all of a sudden?"

"It's not all of a sudden," Ranko patted her on the head. "I've been flirting with you all day. You just didn't notice until now because you didn't think I was into girls. Now, let me -"

Clang! Now the others were getting in on it too! Ah! Oh dear, this was no time for her to tease Mariko, this was the point where she got the girl hooked to her pussy! Maybe not go all the way this time, but - Mmmf~ Fuck it, why hold anything back anymore?